J: "I've been thinking about a cow that types."
Cr: "What does he do?"
J: "Well, he works at [company Cr used to work for] in the department where they type letters to their Grandmothers."
J: "Yes, he was supposed to be in cow security, because he has horns, but since he can type they moved him and now he has to type emails to his Grandmas all day."
(As far as I know, he's never read or seen Click, Clack, Moo. Why he was daydreaming about typing cows will remain a mystery)